When I Achieved Sainthood, the Immortal Official Actually Called Me to Raise Horses!

”Audacious!”

Seeing that the phantom summoned by Ji Xuanyu had directly slain a grandmaster of the Luo family, the other Luo family cultivators were instantly enraged. They each took out their magical artifacts, preparing to kill her on the spot.

Just as Luo Yetian was about to speak, the phantom behind Ji Xuanyu suddenly erupted with golden flames, sweeping across the heavens and earth in all directions. The surrounding cultivators had no time to evade and could only instinctively defend with their spiritual and magical power.

As the golden flames swept through, the entire world changed in an instant.

The sky turned crimson, and countless meteors fell from the distant heavens, each one stirring up a wave of air, creating a spectacular sight.

Ji Xuanyu stood high above, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of her mouth, but her expression remained indifferent, her brow never even twitching.

Behind her, the phantom burned with golden flames, its forehead shimmering with mysterious Dao patterns. She lifted her right hand to her lips, murmuring an incantation. Layers of golden runes emerged from within her, rapidly expanding, and within just three breaths, they had enveloped the entire sky.

”I never expected an Innate Dao Sigil to contain such a will! I wonder which ancient senior we have disturbed?”

An aged voice echoed through the air as a gray-robed elder appeared, stepping forward to shield Luo Yetian.

Luo Yetian hurriedly raised his hand in salute, his posture deeply respectful.

The gray-robed elder did not turn around; his gaze remained locked onto Ji Xuanyu.

”A Scattered Immortal alone is not enough,” Ji Xuanyu’s voice rang out once more.

The elder’s face changed drastically as he swiftly pulled out a jade staff.

Boom!

A terrifying wave of golden flames surged forward. The elder resisted with all his magical power, but even so, Luo Yetian behind him felt a searing pain—not only on his body but in his very soul.

”Impossible… Who is she, really?” Luo Yetian was in utter disbelief.

The Ji family members below were equally stunned.

Was Ji Xuanyu’s Innate Dao Sigil truly capable of wielding such terrifying power?

Ji Qiankun suddenly recalled something Ji Xuanyu had told him three years ago, and an uncontrollable chill ran down his spine.

The gray-robed elder, despite his Scattered Immortal cultivation, was unable to withstand the vast golden flames. Bloodstains began to appear on his skin, and Luo Yetian behind him fared no better.

The other grandmasters of the Luo family attacked from all directions, attempting to besiege Ji Xuanyu, but as soon as their magic approached the golden flames, it melted away instantly. They could not harm her at all.

The mountains across the land trembled violently as if on the verge of collapse, alarming countless cultivators in their secluded cultivation caves. More and more figures rose into the sky, staring at Ji Xuanyu in disbelief.

Under their gaze, the golden-flame phantom behind Ji Xuanyu raised its right hand, its fingertip slicing through the sky, leaving deep rifts in its wake. When it finally halted, the space along its path shattered instantly. Golden flames wreathed the edges of the rifts, forming a massive ring of light.

Blood trickled ever more from the corner of Ji Xuanyu’s mouth, but her gaze remained utterly unwavering.

Then, the golden-flame phantom reached into the light ring and pulled out a colossal golden fan. The fan’s surface resembled maple leaves, covered in ancient runes, as though it contained entire worlds within.

As the golden fan descended, the heavens began to collapse, space warped and shattered, clouds dissipated, and towering mountains crumbled into dust.

Cultivators residing in this land scrambled in terror, like headless flies, overwhelmed by sheer panic.

”Retreat at once!”

The gray-robed elder, now drenched in blood, bellowed as he struggled to resist the golden flames. Even Luo Yetian, though in slightly better condition, was starting to suffer from skin corrosion.

Luo Yetian gritted his teeth, just about to turn and flee.

But at that very moment, the golden-flame phantom swung its fan.

A single swipe unleashed a scorching tide of flames, sweeping across half the sky. Every cultivator in its path was instantly reduced to ash, their remains transforming into golden motes of light, like embers scattering in the wind.

Neither the gray-robed elder nor Luo Yetian had a chance to escape—both vanished into golden dust.

The Ji family cultivators, along with the surrounding clans, stood in stunned horror, their faces pale with shock.

Ji Xuanyu tilted her head slightly, gazing down at Ji Qiankun.

The Ji family members tensed, none daring to meet her eyes.

Everyone in the Ji family knew the truth—Ji Xuanyu had been meant to be sacrificed. She had never wanted to be married off.

”The Luo family has suffered so many casualties. How will the Ji family survive in the future?”

Ji Xuanyu’s icy voice rang through the ears of every Ji family member.

Ji Qiankun, Ji Hantian, and the others felt a bone-chilling cold rise from within, spreading throughout their bodies.

Ji Xuanyu’s eyes turned blood-red in an instant.

”Xuanyu, what exactly are you trying to do?” Ji Hantian asked hurriedly.

Notably, the golden flames had only burned the Luo family. The other clans were spared, allowing their cultivators to secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

Ji Xuanyu, her blood-red eyes gleaming, turned her gaze to the horizon.

A massive black rift had suddenly torn open in the sky, and from within, numerous figures emerged, swiftly charging toward them.

Each one of them radiated an aura even stronger than the gray-robed elder.

A terrifying killing intent locked onto Ji Xuanyu.

She lifted her right hand once more, and the golden-flame phantom behind her raised its colossal fan in kind.

At that moment, a figure suddenly appeared before her.

Ji Xuanyu’s pupils contracted in shock. Even though her eyes had turned completely blood-red, the emotion in them was clear.

Gu An, wielding the Nine Extremes Yin-Yang Body, stood before her, gripping two swords—Tianxiu Sword in one hand, Qinghong Sword in the other. Both blades were shrouded in dark purple demonic energy, their true forms concealed.

Without hesitation, he swung his swords.

Sword light illuminated the heavens!

A blinding white arc of sword qi swept across the sky, erasing the seven-star realm grandmasters charging toward Ji Xuanyu before they could even see Gu An’s figure. They were reduced to ashes in an instant.

【You have successfully seized Luo Ku (Scattered Immortal Stage, Seventh Layer) - 590 years of lifespan.】

【You have successfully seized Daoist Zhenlan (Scattered Immortal Stage, Ninth Layer) - 387 years of lifespan.】

【You have successfully seized Lu Changfeng (Scattered Immortal Stage, Seventh Layer) - 1032 years of lifespan.】

Lines of text appeared before Gu An’s eyes.

He turned to look at the battered Ji Xuanyu, inwardly startled—this Innate Dao Sigil possessed unimaginable power.

It was already on par with the Roving Immortal Stage!

But Ji Xuanyu could barely endure it. Her vitality was rapidly draining away.

”Withdraw your divine ability,” he said, using the hoarse and steady voice of the Sword Sovereign of the Righteous Path.

Ji Xuanyu smiled faintly. ”The cycle has begun; it cannot be reversed.”

Gu An’s gaze shifted to the golden-flame phantom behind her. He could tell that its soul aura was identical to Ji Xuanyu’s. This power wasn’t hidden within her—it was summoned from elsewhere.

He cast his lifespan probe on the phantom, but nothing appeared.

”Did the Sword Sovereign come just to help me?” Ji Xuanyu suddenly asked.

Gu An replied, ”I came to eradicate the Seven-Star Realm.”

Blood dripped from Ji Xuanyu’s eyes as she smiled. ”This life was too short… Sword Sovereign, I hope we meet again in the next one.”

In the next moment, her body erupted with golden light before shattering into motes of energy. A golden sigil emerged, absorbing all the golden light before quickly merging into the golden-flame phantom.

The phantom wielded the colossal fan once more, unleashing an apocalyptic golden inferno, piercing through the heavens—just as a mighty presence descended from the darkness beyond.

A Celestial Ascension cultivator had arrived.